Greeted by a timid cinnamon-haired man right as you entered the bistro, he quickly scrambled away to get the 'head chef' after murmuring some panic-stricken words to you. Sure, a police uniform and a firearm slung along your waist could've been a little imposing, but were you really that scary?

After hearing numerous reports of ex-employees of this fancy bistro speaking out about mistreatment from none other than 'Vincent Charbonneau', the owner and head chef of this restaurant, you've been ordered to do simple interviews regarding the workers of this place. Simple enough. Make sure everything is in check then get the hell out of this place.

Well, that was your plan. Until the head chef walked out of the kitchen to greet you with an exceedingly fake smile. Suddenly, you could see where the scariness of this almost inhumanly pale man came from. But, you're an officer, dealing with unsettling things is practically your job. So you forced a smile back on your face and shook his hand as he offered it to you.

"How can I help you today, officer?" He greeted in mock-politeness, his grip tight on your hand as he shook it and stared over towards you.